What am I afraid of if I write a post? Everything. But I have fantastic intentions that live in my head. I know. No one can see them. Nobody but me. dadadadada. Although the wind has been blowing tumbleweeds across the streets of this blog, life has been anything but routine. In February the Secular Monk’s mom died. Totally sudden and unexpected except for the fact that she was 87. Life was just going along as it always had been and then… she’s gone. She would’ve turned 88 the very next day.
Life and death I mean lions and lambs march on into March and Two Bucks gets a clean bill of health on the 7th in spite of all his chronic health issues then he leaves this planet on the 21st. No more head butts and snuggling together at night. He was going on 16yrs. He will be missed.
But then I now have the Secular Monk to snuggle up with. His house of stuff is now mingling with my house full of stuff and this house is stuffed with stuff till no more stuff can be stuffed into this house. In fact it feels stuffy in here right now. Well it was warm today (finally).
And so this post is looking like the Bucky Report*. Just the facts, drained of all the emotions that have been painted on each and every day this year so far. On the bright side, there has been much knitting, much spinning, garden beds have materialized and there are tomatoes, pak choi, radishes, squash, corn, onions and so much more growing lush out in my yard; my studio is nearing completion starting from a shell of a garden shed to an insulated cozy retreat, my dining table has transformed into a beautiful oak topped reality from a makeshift dream; and so as much as there is to grieve for there is so much more to be grateful for. In the balance, life is very good.
*The Bucky Report is what I came to call the status reports I called into my Vet’s office when $2 (Two Bucks) was going through some health issue or another.
Good Night Sweet Bucky 1995-2011
ps. Happy Birthday Dad. He would’ve been 91 today. Good night all.
